The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Yang Ling didn't speak the same principles as the other officers, and his opening remarks seemed a bit arbitrary and warlord style, but this was the result Yang Ling wanted. An army that can win battles must have strict discipline, and he wanted to Instill a sense of discipline in everyone's bones.

"Yes." There were sparse answers. For these soldiers, they came to follow Yang Ling because of his name, to fight devils, and why did they talk so much nonsense.

Yang Ling took a step forward and shouted, "Haven't you guys eaten?! I ask you if you can carry out my orders unconditionally!"

"Yes!" The voices of more than 600 brothers became louder.

"What are you talking about, I can't hear you!"

"can!!"

There was an earth-shattering roar on the school grounds, and the old smoker was so hard that his face turned red.

A smile appeared on Yang Ling's face: "Okay, very good!"

But then a sneer appeared on Yang Ling's face, and he sneered, "Everyone has it! Get down!"

Yang Ling's words made the soldiers look at each other in blank dismay. They didn't know why he was going crazy, but Old Smoker and the others reacted quickly and lay down on the ground.

"Are your ears stuffed with donkey hair! I order you to get down!" Yang Ling roared angrily seeing that there were still people hesitating.

Soon all 600 people were lying on the ground, and Yang Ling spoke again: "Everyone does [-] push-ups, start now!"

"Report, Officer Yang, we are following you to fight devils, not to lie on the ground." Someone stood up calmly.

"How can you beat devils if you don't follow orders! How can you beat devils in a state of disunity! Now I have decided, you will be fired!"

Main text Chapter 336 Fierce battle across the board

As night fell, the battle outside Jiangyin City still hadn't stopped. Rumbling artillery fire was mixed with intense gunfire, and the devil's attack became more and more ferocious.

The No.13 Division has been blocked in Jiangyin for a full week. Seeing the other divisions sweeping towards Nanjing like a broken bamboo, Dizhou Libing, the No.13 Division's head, became more and more anxious.

"Capture the capital of China and force China to surrender!" The slogans of the attacking troops were loudly shouted, and Dizhou Libing certainly did not want to miss the supreme glory of capturing the enemy's capital Nanjing.

However, the Jiangyin defenders in China fought extremely tenaciously, which caused heavy losses to the offensive units of the No.13 Division and prevented them from advancing. Often the positions captured during the day, the Chinese Army would organize death squads to take them back at night.

Many positions have been bloody after repeated battles. The tenacity of those Chinese soldiers shocked Dizhou Libing. If all the Chinese troops fought like this, Dizhou Libing couldn't imagine the consequences.

"End the battle within two days!" Dizhou Libing issued a death order to his subordinate brigades and regiments, he didn't want to waste any more time here.

Because of Dizhou's strict order to set up soldiers, the devil's attack became even crazier, almost regardless of casualties, which suddenly increased the pressure on the Chinese defenders.

Dizhou Libing, the head of the No.13 division, was in a mood of irritability. He wanted to capture Jiangyin as soon as possible and open up the Yangtze River waterway. Liu Xing, the commander of the Jiangfang Army guarding Jiangyin, was also under tremendous pressure.

The map in the commander of the group army has been completely drawn by red and blue lines, and the staff officers have not closed their eyes for several days. The devils are attacking like crazy, so that they dare not relax in the slightest.

"At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lieutenant Colonel Li Yichang, the deputy of the 618 regiment, and Major Li Zhongchun, the commander of the second battalion, were seriously injured in the fierce battle and have been sent down. They are doing their best to rescue them."

"At five o'clock in the afternoon, Major Chen Shaopei, the first battalion commander of the 618 Regiment, and Major Liu Songsheng, the third battalion commander of the 613 Regiment, died heroically. The troops are currently under the command of their respective deputy battalion commanders."

"At six o'clock, Commander He ordered the 615th Regiment to go into battle, but the fight was terrible. The regiment commander Zhou Xiangkui and the two battalion commanders were injured and evacuated. Currently, Li Yuchun, acting chief of staff of the 103rd Division, is commanding the troops to continue to resist."

"Is the situation really that bad?" The commander, General Liu Xing, frowned after receiving the report.

The staff officer smiled bitterly and said: "The situation of the 112th Division is not good either. Commander Huo was injured by shells and has been evacuated. His 334th Brigade has already retreated to Qingshan and Banqiao. Huashan's 667th Regiment has only one battalion left. Called several times for reinforcements."

Facing the harsh situation, Liu Xing was under tremendous pressure. He asked the staff: "What's the news from the Military Commission?"

"Nanjing's order is to hold out for at least three more days, so that the friendly forces in the rear can deploy their defenses calmly."

"What nonsense! Everyone is exhausted, so what do I have to guard!" Liu Xing angrily threw the belt on the table, venting his dissatisfaction.

Although he is the commander of the Jiangfang Group Army, his strength is stretched. It has reached the end of his strength to fight with weak troops for a week.

After venting, Liu Xing sighed helplessly. There were orders from above, so he could only bear it.

"Order the regiments on the front line to hold the existing positions. If anyone loses his position, come and see him!" Liu Xing had no choice but to pass the pressure on to the frontline troops.

After he finished speaking, he turned and told the staff: "Immediately draw up a retreat plan and prepare the boats to cross the river. Once Nanjing gives the order to retreat, you won't be in a hurry."

"Yes!" The staff officer replied loudly, preparing to leave.

Liu Xing stopped the staff officer and asked, "Wait a minute, what happened to Yang Ling's guerrilla camp?"

After pondering for a while, the staff officer replied: "It's quite impressive, but some people think that Battalion Commander Yang has the style of a warlord, and the discipline requirements are too harsh."

Liu Xing's curiosity was aroused: "Tell me specifically?"

"He asked the soldiers to do push-ups, run, and practice stabbing, and any orders he gave must be carried out unconditionally. If they are one minute late for assembly, they will be punished. Anyone who dares to say no will be punched and kicked immediately. Let those soldiers dare not speak out."

"Oh? There is such a thing?" Liu Xing frowned, "Okay, I know, I'll check it out later."

When the staff officer heard this, he had a triumphant smile on his face, and he was so happy that he was finally able to vent his anger on his relatives. Damn, he just said one more word, and he was fired by the surnamed Yang. Let's see how your kid ends up.

The guerrilla battalion Yang Ling belongs directly to the headquarters of the Jiangfang Army, and the battalion commander Yang Ling is a celebrity who killed the devil general. Be careful.

The guerrilla battalion was established, and these generals stuffed their cronies and relatives in, hoping to get a free ride, but they didn't know that Yang Ling was a freak, with strict discipline and scary, kicking out some people, naturally offended them, of course they I won't speak well of Yang Ling anymore.

Liu Xing originally held Yang Ling in high regard. Firstly, Yang Ling looked majestic and looked like a general, and secondly, both his temperament and ability were excellent, so he wanted to cultivate him.

Hearing that Yang Ling had made such a mess, he planned to see what was going on in the guerrilla camp for himself by taking advantage of his meal break.

"Tell me! What is our slogan!"

"Dare to kill and fight! I am invincible!"

As soon as Liu Xing walked to the gate of the camp, he heard a loud roar from inside, which made him take back his steps.

He looked inside through the gate, and saw that more than 600 soldiers were running around the school field in a neat line, shouting slogans loudly, and their morale was high.

Is this still those dispirited stragglers?Liu Xing showed doubts on his face. If he hadn't looked at the mottled military uniforms on them, he would have thought that they were some elite troops.

He didn't expect that in just one day, these stragglers would be treated like this by Yang Ling. This kid is not easy.

"Hello sir!"

Just as Liu Xing was watching Yang Ling's training outside the door, the old smoker outside came back with more than 20 brothers carrying things. Seeing Liu Xing at the door, he immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"Well," Liu Xing straightened up and nodded. He recognized Old Smoker, the company commander who went to attack the devil's artillery position, and now he is the company commander of the guerrilla battalion.

"What are you carrying?" Liu Xing asked, pointing to the bamboo baskets and barrels that Old Smoker and the others were carrying.

"Report sir! It's for food!"

"Eat?" Liu Xing frowned: "Open it and have a look."

"Yes!" The old smoker hurriedly ordered to open the wooden barrel and bamboo basket.